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Murong Long raised his head.
"Now that you've finished speaking..."
Li Canghai's smile became incredibly gentle and compassionate.
"Then, take your ridiculous dream with you and set off on your journey in peace!"
She slowly raised her fair, slender right hand, the one that had just wiped out an army.
However, just as she was about to make her move...
"do not want!"
A piercing, desperate cry came from the side!
It's Deng Baichuan!
This loyal old servant finally broke free from that boundless fear!
He scrambled and crawled to Murong Long's side.
Spread your arms wide, revealing your no longer robust body.
It stood firmly in front of its master, blocking him!
He faced Li Canghai, this goddess-like woman.
"Fairy...Fairy, spare my life!"
He banged his head against the ground repeatedly, on the hard, blood-stained stone slab.
He quickly slapped a bloody mark on it!
"My master... my master has already lost!"
He has gone crazy!
Please... please have mercy and spare his dog's life!
I...I, Deng Baichuan, am willing to serve you like a slave!
All the remaining wealth and secret manuals of the Murong family are offered to you!
"I beg you... I beg you to spare my master!"
He cried, tears streaming down his face, like a helpless child.
This scene surprised Li Canghai slightly.
She looked at the loyal old servant, a hint of amusement flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"Oh?
You are... quite loyal.
She slowly lowered her hand, seemingly truly moved by this loyalty.
Upon seeing this, a glimmer of hope ignited in Deng Baichuan's heart.
He kowtowed even harder!
"Please, fairy, have mercy!"
"Please, fairy, have mercy!"
"Ok."
Li Canghai nodded, his expression as warm as the spring sunshine: "Since you are so sincere, then I will give you a... chance."
These words were like a divine decree, crashing down on Deng Baichuan's already despairing heart!
His forehead was bloody and mangled from the force of his banging.
Suddenly, it was lifted up!
Hope, like wild grass, grows wildly!
Have the opportunity!
still have a chance!
Li Canghai seemed to thoroughly enjoy his ugly appearance, struggling on the edge of hope and despair.
Her all-seeing eyes lingered for a moment on Deng Baichuan's pained and contorted face, then, with a mischievous smile, slowly turned to the man beside her who had just straightened his pants and was still exuding a strong aura of masculinity.
"Look, what a loving master and servant they are!"
However, Wang Meng didn't even raise an eyebrow.
His eyes were filled with a wild, wolf-like intensity.
He coldly glanced at the two men on the ground, who, in his eyes, were no different from corpses.
He then let out a cold snort, filled with impatience and utter contempt, which came out of his nose.
"Hmph, boring."
The moment he finished speaking, he moved!
His movements, unlike Li Canghai's, were not filled with the ethereal grace and beauty of a celestial being.
His actions were purely for efficiency, filled with savage and bloody violence!
He simply took a step forward casually!
The large foot, like a battering ram, slammed into Deng Baichuan's temple, who was still kneeling on the ground, with a vicious gust of wind!
"boom!"
A dull, muffled sound, like a watermelon being crushed by a foot, clearly echoed throughout the deathly silent underground space!
Deng Baichuan's face still held a mixture of struggle and hope.
In an instant, it twisted into an unbelievable angle.
He couldn't even let out a scream.
My entire head was filled with that irresistible force.
It was kicked so hard that it caved inwards!
Red and white, brain matter and bone fragments, mixed with blood, gushed out like a fountain from his other ear and nostril!
One kick.
Just one kick.
This old servant, the head of the four great retainers of the Murong clan of Gusu, who had been loyal all his life, ended up dying a gruesome death.
Wang Meng didn't even look down at the pile of rotten flesh at his feet.
He strode forward without stopping and walked up to Murong Long, who was completely terrified and slumped on the ground.
Wang Meng didn't give him a chance to speak at all.
He lifted his other foot.
Then, heavily, he stomped down hard on Murong Long's withered, sunken chest!
"Crack!"
A series of teeth-grinding, bone-cracking sounds, like dry twigs being snapped in pieces, rang out!
Murong Long's already fragile sternum and ribs were crushed to pieces by this kick!
Countless broken bones pierced his lungs and heart.
"Uh... huh..."
A mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out of his mouth.
After doing all this, Wang Meng lifted his foot expressionlessly, as if he had just crushed an insignificant ant.
He didn't even glance at the two corpses that could no longer be called "humans," and walked straight up to Li Canghai.
His long, thick spear, still half-erect and menacing from the recent complete release, was now fully erect.
It was even brazenly hanging outside his open trousers.
The dark purple spear, gnarled and veined, was still stained with Wang Yuyan's humiliated saliva and his own still-wet semen. In the firelight, it reflected a wet light full of primal desire.
Li Canghai watched him walk over with a calm and composed demeanor.
Her face remained calm and composed, as if she were admiring her own backyard, showing no displeasure whatsoever at Wang Meng interrupting her "game".
Wang Meng stopped in front of her, his aggressive eyes looking down at her.
Then, he made a move that was even more impactful and extremely insulting than the two bloody massacres that had just taken place.
He raised his hips, using that long spear, still warm and covered in sticky fluid, a symbol of absolute male authority.
Just like that, not too hard, but not too soft, a "smack" was made on Li Canghai's flawless face, a face that could drive any man in the world crazy.
The sound wasn't loud, but it had a dull, blasphemous quality.
A strong, masculine scent, mixed with sweat and bodily fluids, instantly assaulted Li Canghai's face.
The slightly rough skin of the spear, along with the still-dry, viscous liquid on it, was clearly imprinted on her smooth, jade-like skin.
"I never leave any future problems behind when I do things."
Wang Meng's voice was cold and hoarse, filled with an unquestionable, authoritative decisiveness: "Unlike you, who likes to play with this useless trash."
He was using the most direct, brutal, and humiliating method to negate Li Canghai's "cat-and-mouse" behavior just now.
However, faced with such extreme humiliation that would have driven any chaste and virtuous woman to suicide out of shame, Li Canghai did not even blink.
In her deep, starry eyes, a barely perceptible look of surprise flashed across her face.
Immediately, that initial shock was quickly replaced by a more intense, strangely radiant excitement!
She didn't flinch, she wasn't angry, and she didn't even wipe the filth off her face.
She simply, slowly, extended her pink, delicate tongue, like a tender lotus root, and gently licked the corner of her mouth, drawing in a trace of Wang Meng's masculine fluid that had accidentally gotten on her lips, savoring it once more.
"What a...unromantic and rude man."
Her voice was so soft, like the most intimate whisper between lovers, yet it possessed a captivating, soul-stirring magic that could melt your bones.